My dreadful morning

The stench of mixture of mothballs and pandan leaves smell hit my nose. It woke me up early in the morning. I was worried that my after bath smell will be conquered by this stench. No breakfast as usual, lucky. If not it would have turn my stomach out. “Uncle, it’s a public transport, not your house wardrobe leh” I complained to myself.

Upon reaching my office, I happen to be walking pass the counter making my way to my seat. The guy called out to me and said “Excuse me, there is a bag left outside your office”. I stuck my head out and bio (look) through the glass windows and beyond that carpark. “Erm, you can’t see the bag from here” he replied. “I thanked him for reporting it and bestow me the greatest task early in the morning to be the “investigator” even way before I start working.

I got a colleague to walk out with me to have a look at it. I finally found the bag. It is an old hideous looking haversack. It seems to be fully packed. It leaned blissfully under the shade of the tall coconut tree as if taking a break from its weight. As the haversack is left outside the office premise, we cannot bring it in and all the more not taking the risk for bringing an unidentified object into the office. The bag is left in a good position if it is to be use to terrorist me. From the way it has been placed, it is directly covering the area where my desk is.

I called up the campus warden and pass the baton to them, to identify the owner of the haversack. While I pray in my seat, that I will not die in bits.